My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

Chapter 182 This cannon is very useful, send it to Xiong Tingbi

Zuo Guangdou took Zhao Lijiao and Zu Dashou to Zhangjiawan, leaving his soldiers to guard the food and grass, and then parted ways.

Zuo Guangdou took people to explore the hydrology and topography on the spot, and visited the local wealthy gentry.

Zhao Lijiao and Zu Dashou went separately to recruit young men.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the court within three to five years."

Riding on the road to Zhang Dahu's house, Zuo Guangdou shook his head and thought in his heart.

"We still have to get some soybeans planted."

Turning over a small notebook in his hand, Zuo Guangdou was thinking.

Regarding the matter of farming, he was quite concerned about it. After all, he only had to eat his salary and do his job.

He is straight-tempered, but not bad, and is very enthusiastic about civil affairs.

Now, Zuo Guangdou was thinking about how to open the emperor's eyes and let the emperor see what he was capable of.

He still remembered the emperor's words when he demoted Yang Lian, "Let me see what you are capable of."

You know, farming and building water conservancy projects are not things that just anyone can do.

Let’s not mention water control for the moment. Just farming is a great test of one’s ability.

Farming is not just a matter of a decree from the imperial court, people will flock to it, and then next year a large area of ​​land will be added, and the national treasury will receive a large amount of food.

This is an investment that is expensive and has a slow payback - don't think that farming is just a matter of randomly dividing a piece of land and plowing it with a heavy plow pulled by a plowing oxen, and then you can grow food.

For the common people, only those with extra wealth can afford it.

After all, the labor force of a household is limited. If people are divided into farming, the existing land will definitely not be able to take care of it.

Therefore, at any time, farming could only be carried out by large families organizing tribesmen, or by the court organizing manpower in the form of an army.

Moreover, after the land is reclaimed, it needs to be composted just like planting flowers.

Only when raw soil becomes mature soil can crops be grown on this land.

Otherwise, wait to starve to death.

In addition, there are supporting facilities such as cattle farming, iron tools, and grain farms, which must also be kept up.

After taking the notebook and calculating the supplies needed for farming, Zuo Guangdou frowned.

The emperor asked him to organize farming in Shuntian Prefecture, and he was willing to give money. As long as he reported the budget usage, he could be approved.

But he also knows that the country's economy is not healthy now, and the province still needs to save money.

"Even if spring has already begun, the price of cattle in the capital has risen to thirty taels of silver per head. It is too expensive."

Zuo Guangdou felt a headache as he looked at the price that Changshou asked at the grass market.

"Why don't you pay fifty-two cents a head."

And just when Zuo Guangdou was having a headache about Niu.

Zhu Youxiao was having a headache about the cannon.

Wandering around an artillery piece, Zhu Youxiao sighed from time to time.

Deng Shiliang, the official of the Zhaoqing Prefecture, stood with Xu Guangqi, the Minister of Work, and Huang Kezan, the Minister of War, standing together in shock.

Now he has obtained a cannon for the emperor. Why is the emperor sighing?

Squatting down and looking inside from the muzzle, Zhu Youxiao turned to Deng Shiliang and asked.

"Deng Aiqing, how much does this cannon weigh? How did you fish it out?"

"Your Majesty, a cannon weighs approximately 1,400 kilograms."

Hearing the emperor's question to him, Deng Shiliang quickly raised his hands and said.

"As for salvage, four flat-bottomed boats were loaded with sand. When they arrived at the sunken ship, they tied a hemp rope behind the cannon body and dumped all the sand on the ship into the sea. When the ship floated, the cannon was naturally pulled Get up, pull it up, sail the ship back to the shore, and use human power to drag the artillery ashore."

"I see."

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao looked at Deng Shiliang in surprise.

This method is somewhat familiar.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that in the primary school textbook in his previous life, there was a monk who used this method to fish for iron oxen from the Yellow River, right?

Seeing the emperor's gaze, Deng Shiliang shrank his neck in horror, wondering what the emperor meant.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhu Youxiao slapped the cannon with his hand again.

An iron cannon weighs 1,400 kilograms.

No doubt about it, heavy naval guns.

If this thing is shipped to Liaodong, its practicality will be too low.

"I was still thinking about casting cannons a few days ago."

Taking back his hand, taking the silk scarf handed by Liu Shimin and wiping it, Zhu Youxiao said with some emotion.

"Deng Aiqing fished thirty-six artillery pieces from the sea and personally escorted twenty-four of them to Beijing. He is a talented person in the country."

"I just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, I don't dare to take any credit."

Hearing the emperor's praise, Deng Shiliang's face turned a little red and he said quickly.

"The ship of the Xiyi people sank in the open sea. I was curious about what was loaded on the ship, so I asked him to take a look. I didn't expect that these people had so many artillery on the ship."

"Why should Deng Aiqing be so modest?"

After hearing Deng Shiliang's words, Zhu Youxiao waved his hand and continued.

Literary people are very reserved.

"Last year, the two dragons of the late emperor's temple and the temple of light died one after another, and the people of the imperial court were in shock. After I ascended the throne, I felt that the people in the imperial court were too busy to do things. I am very pleased that my beloved can do practical things."

With that said, Zhu Youxiao looked at Deng Shiliang and said.

"Since you have entered the capital, let's stay in the capital for the time being. Deng Aiqing is the official of Zhaoqing Prefecture, and he is also a person who can decide things. Now Dong Yingju is implementing the new policy for the imperial court in Shuntian Prefecture. Since Aiqing was once the official of Zhaoqing Prefecture , just promote him as an official in Shuntian Prefecture and assist Dong Yingju in implementing the New Deal."

"minister."

Deng Shiliang was a little stunned when he heard that the emperor had promoted him so simply.

Isn't this too easy and doesn't need to be discussed by the court?

Seeing the fool beside him, Xu Guangqi reached out and touched his leg.

With a plop, Deng Shiliang immediately knelt down.

"I thank your Majesty for your grace."

"Just be flat."

Noticing Xu Guangqi's small movements, Zhu Youxiao shook his head inwardly.

After the other party left, Zhu Youxiao continued to reach out and pat the artillery in front of him and shook his head.

"It's worthless, it's tasteless to eat, it's a pity to throw it away."

"..."

After hearing the emperor's words, Huang Kezhan and Xu Guangqi looked at each other, feeling helpless.

The emperor's change of attitude was too quick. He had just rewarded the person who brought the cannon, but then turned around and said that his goods were worthless.

"Your Majesty, after all, this cannon is loaded on the ship and used on the shore. It is quite heavy and inconvenient to transport. However, the structure of the Western Yi people's artillery can still be used as a reference for my Ming Dynasty."

In the end, it was Huang Kezhan, Minister of War, who came out to comfort the emperor.

"Now that we have these twenty-four cannons as a reference, this newly cast cannon is even more powerful."

"That's the truth."

Hearing Huang Kezhan's words, Zhu Youxiao nodded, and the two of them looked at the many firearms placed on the ground in the distance.

“But only your feet know whether the shoes fit properly.”

"Among the armies of the Ming Dynasty, the southern army likes to use blunderbuss, the northern army likes to use artillery, and the Sichuan army likes to use powerful crossbows. It can be said that it is difficult to agree with each other."

"This heavy cannon is useful, but the small cannon cannot be abandoned easily."

Not to mention the development of the armies of the Ming Dynasty, the armies of the northern towns entered the Chongzhen period and completed the absorption of Western artillery technology, and the scale of artillery embarked on a path of huge growth.

The cannons were made bigger and bigger, and finally a large city defense cannon weighing three thousand kilograms was produced.

It can be said that they only want to defend the city and don't want to attack.

I can't hold on to this.

Taking the two of them to the warehouse where the firearms were stored, Zhu Youxiao pointed to the newly cast firearms and told them.

"Your Majesty is right."

After hearing the emperor's words, Xu Guangqi immediately agreed.

"As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts. Your Majesty has modified the existing systems of various firearms and established the standards for our Daming firearms."

"The bird blunderbuss is enlarged and added with steel springs and flint wheels to create a lifting blunderbuss. It can break through three layers of armor in two hundred steps."

"The heavy artillery has been reduced and wheeled vehicles have been added, and we have a suppressing artillery that is lightweight but has a longer range than the squatting tiger cannon." "The small cannon with the squatting tiger is more lightweight and can be transported by two people, so it can be transported in mountainous areas." Maybe it can make a difference."

"Now that we have these twenty-four heavy artillery pieces, if they can be transported to Liaodong, I think Xiong Jinglue will be able to regain control of Tieling and other places, and it will be more smooth."

"Ah."

Hearing Xu Guangqi's words, Zhu Youxiao nodded in agreement and turned to look north.

"Let Yang Sichang transport the twelve gates to Xiong Tingbi."

I think Xiong Tingbi should be preparing to regain Tieling at this moment. Let's add fuel to his fire.

Liaodong, in the city of Shenyang.

Although Qin Bangping and others have not returned yet, the news about the mobilization of the Sichuan army has been rushed to Xiong Tingbi for 800 miles.

Just skip the content of adding an official position to yourself.

If Liaodong cannot hold it, no matter how high he raises now, he will fall badly in the future.

After seeing the first order, which was for Tong Zhongkui to lead the Sichuan troops back to Shu, Xiong Tingbi stretched out his hand and scratched his head, almost scratching himself into a bald man.

The Sichuan soldiers were his key to commanding the Liaodong armies.

If there were no Sichuan soldiers, Liaodong would not be able to explode.

The conflict between the north and the south in Ming Dynasty has almost reached the point where it is difficult to mediate.

The bloody battle of Hunhe River in history is a true portrayal of this problem.

The Sichuan soldiers crossed the river first and started a bloody fight with Jiannu, and then the Zhejiang soldiers watched the excitement in the camp across the Hun River.

After Tong Zhongkui's Sichuan Army, Shizhu Tusi soldiers and other troops were almost fighting, and the remnants of Chief Yang Ran Yuelong's thousand troops retreated south into the Zhejiang army camp, the Liao army stayed back and watched the excitement of the Zhejiang army.

The main thing is to be a companion, but if you don't come forward to help, you will be wiped out.

The main contradictions among the Liaodong armies are the conflicts between the Sichuan, Zhuzhen and Liaodong armies.

The Sichuan army, represented by Shizhu chieftain soldiers, has very strict military discipline, so they look down on the guest armies from other towns and the local guard armies in Liaodong: Even with your military discipline, you dare to call us the army of the Ming Dynasty. If this is the case for us in central Sichuan , a few heads are not enough to fall off.

The guest armies from various towns also looked down on the other two parties: the Liao army was synonymous with waste in their eyes, and the Sichuan army was country bumpkin in their eyes.

In the eyes of the local guards in Liaodong, the other two parties: thieves, are thieves who bully and plunder the local area.

"Shizhu and Chieftain Chief Yang are staying temporarily."

After seeing the content of the second line, Xiong Tingbi felt a little relieved.

"According to Sun Chuanting, the prefect and garrison envoy of Guangning, Yang Hao went to Phoenix City with four thousand troops."

Just when Xiong Tingbi was fascinated by the urgent letter, a long follower came in and reported the report in his ear.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Xiong Tingbi frowned, then reached out and pulled out a letter from the table and handed it to Chang Suidao.

"Give this letter to Yang Bingmao."

"Yes!"

Chang Sui didn't dare to neglect, took the envelope, turned around and walked outside.

On the way, he turned to look at Xiong Tingbi, only to see that Xiong Tingbi's attention was again on the letter in his hand.

Is this the sun coming out in the west?

Yang Gao's current position is the Ding Liao military envoy. Now he is going to Phoenix City to take charge of the Ding Liao right guard military. He is obviously competing with Xiong Tingbi for command of the Liaodong military.

Xiong Tingbi is not angry, but writes a letter to the other party. What kind of song is this?

"If Yang Hao is on the right guard of Ding Liao, the right wing will be safe."

Putting down the letter in his hand, Xiong Tingbi began to draw on the map.

"The main force of establishing slaves was defeated in the first round. They retreated to Sarhu and recovered the Fushun Pass. When the pass is rebuilt, we can send troops to recover the Kaiyuan lands in Tieling."

Xiong Tingbi murmured to himself as his fingers followed the border of the Liaodong Great Wall all the way north.

"However, I'm afraid the Jiannu from Kaiyuan and Tieling will retreat on their own initiative."

"Jingsuo, Ye Bushou, who was lurking in Nekalka, has sent back the news."

Just when Xiong Tingbi was speculating on the movement of establishing slaves, the commander-in-chief Zhu Wanliang came in.

"what news?"

Hearing Zhu Wanliang's words, Xiong Tingbi's heart suddenly jumped and he raised his head and asked.

"Jiannu wants to give Tieling to the Bahrain tribe and Kaiyuan to the Zalut tribe."

"??"

After hearing Zhu Wanliang's words, a bunch of small question marks suddenly appeared on Xiong Tingbi's forehead.

There are five tribes in Inner Khalkha: Zalut tribe, Bahrain tribe, Ongirat tribe, Uziyet tribe and Bayote tribe.

Among them, the Bayote tribe is the weakest.

The nominal leader of the five inner Khalkha tribes is a member of the Uziyet tribe, ranking second in strength.

Ranked first are Nuantu and Zhaisai uncle and nephew from Wengjirat tribe.

"Are you going to kill three people with two peaches?"

Looking at the map, Xiong Tingbi came up with this question.

"Giving Tieling and Kaiyuan to the two weakest tribes is a clear plan to start a fight among the five Inner Khalkha tribes."

"Can Zhai Sai agree to this kind of delivery?"

"No news has come yet about this."

Hearing this, Zhu Wanliang shook his head and said helplessly.

"After the Battle of Magendan Castle, I stayed up all night and turned north to inquire about the movements of the slaves in Tieling and Kaiyuan. Three days ago, I happened to bump into the envoys of the slaves sent from Sarhu to Inner Khalkha."

"Out of curiosity, the boy grabbed a tongue in the dark and asked for the news from the tongue."

As he said this, Zhu Wanliang paused for a moment, then continued.

"Ah."

Stand up from the chair and look at the map on the screen.

After a while, Xiong Tingbi took a deep breath and his face turned blue and purple.

"You have a vicious mind, this is a yin and yang game."

The shady situation has caused the five tribes of Inner Khalkha to form an inseparable relationship.

The two cities were divided among the five departments, but they were still given to the third and fourth children.

If they accept it, then Ming Dynasty will send troops to attack them.

At that time, no matter how different the five Inner Khalkha tribes are from each other, they will still have to reconcile despite external worries.

If the Ming Dynasty does not send troops, let alone being embarrassed, the five inner Khalkha tribes will have no external worries, and they can start a fight. By then, the safety of Ye He's old land in the hands of Jiannu will be guaranteed.

Moreover, it is more convenient for Kaiyuan and Tieling to be placed in the hands of the five Inner Khalkha tribes than to be placed in the hands of the Ming Dynasty.

If you want it, just pick it up anytime.

Not to mention that the Mongols were not good at defending the city.

Even the five coalition forces of Inner Khalkha were ambushed by tens of thousands of people in Tieling, and the entire army was wiped out with a backhand attack. Their combat effectiveness was even worse than that of a scumbag.

The Yang Bureau was trying to sow discord between the Ming Dynasty and the Inner Kalkha tribes. Jiannu wanted to force the Ming Dynasty to fight with the Inner Kalkha tribes.

It is impossible for the Ming Dynasty to say that they watched Jiannu give the two cities to the Inner Kalkha tribes.

If this happened.

Does he still want the face of Liaodong Manager?

Do you still want Daming’s face?

As for beating.

Once the war begins, all the money given to the Nekarkha tribes in the past few years will be in vain.

Moreover, they will also face the Inner Khalkha tribes to the west and the Jiannu to the east and north, creating a situation where they have enemies on both sides.

Jiannu has grown his brains and actually started to play dirty tricks.

"Send someone to inquire about the five divisions in Nekalka to see if they agree."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Zhu Wanliang cupped his hands, and then looked at Xiong Tingbi with some worry.

"If the Nekalka tribes take over the city, then..."

Xiong Tingbi said calmly as his hand slid across the map and finally landed on Horqin's position.

"Then we can only go to the imperial court and ask His Majesty to make a decision."

(End of this chapter)